Forgive me blog readers, it's been a while since my last riding blog! And today was just a perfect riding evening, clear skies, not cold, definitely no rain! What is not to like about this evening?
Me and the Old Boy eventually got ourselves ready and out of the door. We were a little bit later that I wanted to be so were only going to go on a shorter ride, up to Downe Village and then Jail Lane before making our way home again.
I felt the A21 a bit tough today, don't know why, could be that it's been a while and I'm just not used to it again, but I kept it going. We soon got to the turn off for Farnborough Village and then we have that lovely down hill to shire lane. I kept my brakes on, I still don't just freewheel down here, not like I used to on my white Giant. I don't know why, but I think I still get down it at a fair rate!
I was psyching myself up for that ascent to Downe Village. I was determined to do it all in one go, no stopping, no pulling over, no moaning, just get up to the top. After the lovely down hill we turned right and then left to make our way up to the top of the road, Downe! I still find that ironic, I am sure who ever name the village had a sense of humour, maybe the little 'e' and the end of the name is the old way of spelling 'down'! Anyway I digress.
We got to the top and then had a little break, the old boy was fiddling with his headlight, and I was much appreciative of the break! But we soon headed up Jail Lane. It's not exactly flat, but it's not as steep as the road we came up. There were some down bits, some up bits and some flat bits, read on to find out exactly how I know this! We made our way steadily towards The Jail, but before we got there, the Old Boys bike made a funny noise and then the next thing was 'entrails' was scraping along the floor! His chain had fallen off!
"Oh darn it, I was only just thinking about making sure I had a power link in my back pack" he said. I am guessing that he hadn't actually acting on that thought! So what to do now. I certainly didn't have a power link in my possession nor did I have a spare chain! Now to decide what to do,
- Walk the rest of the way to the Jail pub, leave me at the pub and he can ride my bike home and pick up the car to come back for me (that was my idea!)
- Call son to come and get us, but then his bike probably wouldn't fit in son's car, and that will also leave me cycling home alone.
- Some how tow him to Downe village and then he can free wheel most of the way home, with just a walk up chicken farm bends.
|Dragging yo' ass about with yo' entrails hanging out!|
But once we got near Downe Village the Old Boy found those down hills, and he used those down hills to his advantage. I just kept firmly behind him, just in case he needs another tow, and besides, I didn't want to go flat out on the down hills!
We had to walk up Chicken Farm bends, and then it was some more free wheeling all the way to trinity church! Even on the path from turn around lamppost had some down hills and he kept on his bike virtually to Five Posts! From about that point we both walked back together to the house.
Lovely evening, just unfortunate that his chain broke! Oh well, there is always next time!